If you aren't among the best in the world, your life is considered vanity. That's what my mother talled me when she adopted me from the orphanage. She made me read books that were above my age; thrashing me with her whip for any questions I got wrong on a quiz, she wanted me to be number 1 in everything , but sadly I wasn't.
Marry was always a step above me. No matter how hard I tried, I was always second to her.why? How? I always asked myself those questions.
I followed her on daily intervals in the hope of finding a small flaw that I could use to win against her . Being the introvert that I was made, it is easy for me to watch her without being noticed.
It was a sunny Friday afternoon. Screams of laughter filled the play ground, various sports were being played by the children. One of the kids who were playing Dodge Ball threw the ball at Mary, slaming it on her head.
She tightly grabbed the ball and made a small glance at the boy without tilting her head. The boy swallowed hard and blinked. A loud thud was heard, and as we looked back, we saw a huge crack in the window.
"Shame I missed," she giggled. They made a run for it
356. She has incredible arm strength
Anyone who had left their house for the first time around evening would take me for a madman if I said it was sunny. The force of the wind made me feel like I was pulling two truck tires; my glasses prevented dust particles from entering my eyes.
I looked at them from a distance, regretting my decision to follow them. The dark clouds made me question the inventor of time .
Mary's friends departed living her on her own on the bus station; she stood nextoo the dustbin that was stationed there for a while before taking out a worn out teddy bear with one eye and multiple scars around it body.
She sighed deeply before throwing it in the trashbin. The wind blew harder, but this time in a different direction, reviling her heart spotted underwear. My heart wanted to look away, but my body said otherwise.
Upon leaving my guard down, my notebook blew away, disturbing the silence . I sighed, knowing I was caught with nowhere to hide as she glanced at my foot, which revealed itself behind the bus shelter. She blushed in embarrassment .
"Ho...w long have u been..."
I fully exposed myself while embarrassingly scratching my head"I won't tell anyone about it, I can explain I..I..I u see I want to surpass u so I...I ",I cursed under my breath for stataring.
I closed my eyes, waiting for her response, which, instead of words , l received a slap, which instantly reminded me of my mother.
"I hate scum like you! and as if a nobody like you could compare himself to me. "
"Your hands are warm," I said quietly as my chicks turned red.
A drop of water ran down my face, I wondered if it were my tears or hers .Maybe it was the dark clouds that began to empty themselves of the rain as If in perfect harmony with me.